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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.