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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.