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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.