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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.