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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.