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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.