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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.