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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.