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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Franke,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.