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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Ten City,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.