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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.