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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
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,
Monks,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.