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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.