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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
The Names,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.