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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Pole,
X-101,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.