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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.