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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.