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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.