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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.