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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Scion,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.