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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.