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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Television,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.