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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Japan,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.