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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.