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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
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,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.