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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
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,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Franke,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.