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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
cv313,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.