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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Visage,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.