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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Section 25,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.