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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.