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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.