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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Scion,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.