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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
June Days,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.