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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Television,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Organ,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.