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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
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,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.