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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.