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 Poland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Chrome,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.