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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
New Order,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.