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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
New Order,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.