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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.