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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.