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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.