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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.