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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Franke,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.