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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.