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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.