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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.