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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.