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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.