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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
CMW,
June of 44,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.