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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.