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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.