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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Brick,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.