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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
MDC,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.