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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.