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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Television,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.