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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.