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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.