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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Model 500,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.