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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.