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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
MC5,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Japan,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
the Swans,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.