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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.