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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.