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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.