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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.