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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.