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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.