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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Technova,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.