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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.