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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.