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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.