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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.