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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.