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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.