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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.