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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.