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 Liberia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
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,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.