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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.