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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.