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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.