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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.