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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.