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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.