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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.