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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
The Move,
Franke,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Gong,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.