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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.