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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.