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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.