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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.