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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.