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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Yaz,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.