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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.