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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.