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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.