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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
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,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.