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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the grime 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.