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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.