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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.