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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.