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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.