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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.