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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.