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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.