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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
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,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.