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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.