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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.