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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.