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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
PIL,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.