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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.