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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.