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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Brick,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.