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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.