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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a 808 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.