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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.