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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.