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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
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,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.