I don’t really get “Greatest Hits” albums from musicians that are still giving a whirl to fortune’s wheel. From the Beatles, yes; from Elvis, who I would be very surprised to see rise up to lichlike rock star glory; certainly. But from, gee, I dunno, Peter Gabriel, it sounds like an admission of defeat. “I shall never make another song so good,” it mourns. If, instead, you put your collections in jars dated for freshness, it says, “or We|text|I never going to go away.” Either that, or it’s acknowledging that you’ll put out another one every ten years. Cocky or honest, it’s better than defeatist!