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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Skaos,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.