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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.