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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.