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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.