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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Erasure,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
New Order,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.