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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.