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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.