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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.