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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
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,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.