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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.