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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.