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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.