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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.