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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
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,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.