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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.