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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.