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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Little Man,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.