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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.