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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.