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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.