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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.