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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
The Names,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.