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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.