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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.