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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Index,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.