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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.