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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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 Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Can,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Franke,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.