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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.