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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
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,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.