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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.