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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.