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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Nas,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.