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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.