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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.