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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.