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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.