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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
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,
Faust,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.