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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
The Index,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.