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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sound to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Faust,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.