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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.