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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Hoover,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.