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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Technova to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.