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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.