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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.