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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.