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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
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,
AZ,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.