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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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?
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.