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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.