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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.