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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.