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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.