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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
10cc,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.