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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Guru Guru 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.