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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.