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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
EPMD,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
MDC,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.