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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
MDC,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.