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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.