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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.