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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.