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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.