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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.