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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.