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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.