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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
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,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.