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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.