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 United States and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Fear,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.