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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.