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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Standells,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.