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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.