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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
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,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.