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 Croatia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.