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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.