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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.