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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.