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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.