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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.