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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
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,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.