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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Mars,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.