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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Can,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Faust,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.