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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.