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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Q65,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.