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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.