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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Crime,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.