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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.