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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.