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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.