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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.