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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Fortunes to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.