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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.