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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.