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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.