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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.