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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.