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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.