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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.