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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.