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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.