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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.