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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.