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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.