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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.