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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Franke,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.