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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.