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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.