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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Wings,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.