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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Ludus,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.