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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.