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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
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,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.