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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.