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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Television,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.