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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.