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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.