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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.