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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.