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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.