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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Scion,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.