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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.