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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.