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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.