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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Faust,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.