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 United States and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.