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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.