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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.