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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
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.