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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
cv313,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.