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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.