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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.