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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Index,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.