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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.