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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
10cc,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.