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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.