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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.