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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Darondo,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.