Not enough drugs, not enough dance
Not enough angst or anti-mainstream stance
A hopeless romantic doesn’t stand a chance
Where do I fit into all this?
Not enough pop, not enough punk
Not enough trendiness, not enough funk
Not enough attitude, not enough camp or junk
Where do I fit into all this?
Well, I’m so unhip, I’m so uncool
I’m an anachronistic rock’n’roll fool
Everyone has become so jaded
Everything we thought was cool is just outdated
Well, I’m too clean, I’m too old
I’m stuck on outdated ideas of soul
I don’t fit the format or pigeonhole
Where do I fit into all this?
Not enough anger, not enough rage
Not enough wild antics when I hit the stage
A seeming relic of a bygone age
Where do I fit into all this?
Not about bush, not about gore
Not against the president, not for the war
Not about politics or the cause du jour
Where do I fit into all this?
Well, I don’t lean to the left, I don’t lean to the right
I don’t see the world in pure black and white
Do I have to be poor or oppressed to be valid
Do my slow songs have to be called power ballads
If I don’t share prevailing views about government
Or play the same blues about the environment
And I don’t choose to be irreverent
Where do I fit into all this?
Not enough groove, not enough jam
Not enough to mosh, not enough to slam
Not enough the get the in-crowd to give a damn
Where do I fit into all this?
Too many words for a standard-length song
Too many minutes, it just goes on too long
Everyone’s a critic, they’ve got to find something wrong
Where do I fit into all this?
Well, I’m too laid back, too long in the tooth
I’m too archaic for anyone to hear my truth
Everything has to be cutting edge
It’s got to tear things down and drive a wedge
Is it optimistic, is it sardonic
Is it straightforward or is it ironic
Is it piss and vinegar, or is it gin and tonic
Where do I fit into all this?
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This goes back to the late 2000s, after I had returned from Los Angeles and was getting ready to re-enter the NJ/NY music scene. Trying to figure out how to market myself has always been a challenge, because I never fit neatly into any one genre or niche. If I seemed to fit mostly into one, there was always something about my style or attitude that kept me from being categorized too conveniently. One the one hand, that's good, because it's proof that I don't conform to any one category ... but on the other hand, no one ever knew how to bill or book me. And now, that the entire realm of music has changed (not for the better, in my opinion), and I've gotten older, the issues have compounded tenfold. You might as well call it "alter rocker's blues."