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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.