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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
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,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.