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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
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,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.