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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
cv313,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.