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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.