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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Television,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.