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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.