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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.