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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Interpol,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.