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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.