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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.