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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Brick,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Wings,
Index,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.