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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.