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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.