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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.