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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.