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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.