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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.