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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
the Association,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.