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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.