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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
New Order,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.