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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Can,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.