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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.