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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.