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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Nas,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.