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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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 Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Fear,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.