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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.