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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.