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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.