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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.