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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Faust,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.