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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.