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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.