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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.