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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Visage,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.