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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.