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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.