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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.