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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.