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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.