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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
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,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Hoover,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
The Doors,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.