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 New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.