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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.