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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.