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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.