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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.