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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Pylon to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Names,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.