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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.