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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.