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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
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,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.