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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.