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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.