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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.