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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.