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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.