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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.