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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.