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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.