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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Hoover,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.