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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.