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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.