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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.