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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.