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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.