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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.