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 Niger and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Scion,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.