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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.