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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.