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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
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.