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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.