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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.