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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.