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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.