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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.