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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.