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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.