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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.