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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.