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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.