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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.