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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.