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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.