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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Pole,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.