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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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?
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.