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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.