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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Crime,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
cv313,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.