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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.