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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Organ,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.