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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Nas,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.