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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.