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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.