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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
UT,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.