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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
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,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.