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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Index,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Oneida,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.