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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
This Heat,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.