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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amazonics 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.