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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
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,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.