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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.