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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.