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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.