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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.