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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.