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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 808 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.