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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.