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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
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,
Sparks,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.