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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.