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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.