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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.