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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.