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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.