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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.