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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
UT,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.