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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.