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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.