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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.