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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Doors,
UT,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Pole,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.