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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.