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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Television,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.