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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
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,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.