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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.