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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
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,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.