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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Cluster,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.