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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.