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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Roxette,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.