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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
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,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
The Move,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.