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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.