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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.