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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.