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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.