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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Franke 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Whodini,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.