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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Josef K,
Ludus,
June Days,
Ituana,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.