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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
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,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.