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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.