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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.