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 Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.