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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.