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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.