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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
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,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Move,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.