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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.