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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.