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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.