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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.