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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.