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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.