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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
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.