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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Scion,
PIL,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.