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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Japan,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.