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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.