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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.