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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Slave,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.