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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.