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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.