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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.