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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.