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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 theremin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Wire,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.