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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.