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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
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,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.