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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.