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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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 Standells,
Aswad,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.