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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Crime,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.