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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
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 Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.