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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Madrid and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Cluster,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.