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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.