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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.