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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.