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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.