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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.