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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.