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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.