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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
The Move,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.