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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Radiohead 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.