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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Index,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.