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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.