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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
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,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.