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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.