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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.