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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.