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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
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.