Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.