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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.