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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.