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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.