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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.