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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.