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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.