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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.