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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
DNA,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.