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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.