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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.