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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.