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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.