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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.