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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.