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 Grenada 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Television,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.