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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
JFA,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.