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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.