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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.