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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.