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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.