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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.