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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.