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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.