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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.