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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.