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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.