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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
UT,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.