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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
the Slits,
cv313,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.