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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.