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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.