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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
The Names,
The Move,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.