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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.