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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.