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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.