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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
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,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.