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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Scion,
Oneida,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.