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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.