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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
The Motions,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.