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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.