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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Mars,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.