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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
cv313,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.