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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.