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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.