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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.