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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.