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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.