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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.