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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Cameo 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.