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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
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,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.