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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.