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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.