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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
New Order,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.