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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.