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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.