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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.