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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Neu!,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.