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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.