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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Wake,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.