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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Can,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.