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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.