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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
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.