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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Gong,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.