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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.