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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
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,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Nas,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
MC5,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.