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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.