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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Index to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.