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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.