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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Crime,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.