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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.