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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.