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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.