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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Yaz,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.