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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.