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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
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,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.