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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.