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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.