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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.