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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.