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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
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,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.