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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.