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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
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,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Deakin,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.