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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
X-102,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.